Little tiger happy to become a god

Chapter 250 Your Majesty, Take Back Your Little Tiger (7)
Huhu worked hard to wash the big holy fruits and handed them to Jimoli.

"Father, when will Mother wake up?" the childish voice said.

Jimoli took it, but forgot to cut it off, and said after a long time, "She's already awake."

Huhu stared at Jimoli with big eyes, much more imposing than Yue'er: "Liar, if the mother wakes up, father must be the first to run over. Then why is father still here now?" If father went to see the mother , he can secretly cook the same delicious food for the empress.

Jimoli still holds the holy fruit.

"Daddy is afraid."

Suddenly he was stunned, and laughed loudly: "Daddy, are you afraid? Let me tell you, Uncle Wushan and Aunt Yunyu said that you are amazing, you are the Lord of all things..."

Huhu was still talking, the small body standing outside the door had already left gently, Jimoli put down the holy fruit in his hand, looked at the table full of meat beside him, and stretched out his hand to open the exquisite door.

Yue'er's small figure walked out step by step, and quickly disappeared in the Xixi Mountain. Jimoli stood by the door in a daze, with a look of loss and pain on his face.

Huhu turned around and pulled Jimoli's sleeve: "Daddy, what are you looking at? The stew is already cooked."

Jimoli patted Huhu's head, and suddenly said: "Huhu, your mother has already left, what's the use of cooking so many dishes?"

He suddenly stared blankly at his father who looked down at him. He had never seen his father with such a painful and sad expression. Usually, his father was as cold as ice. Even for him, apart from the warmth in his eyes, He couldn't see any expression.

However, Dad's beautiful eyes seem to be misty?
Suddenly affected by such emotions, I felt extremely sad in my heart, and started to cry: "Father is not crying, mother is not leaving, woo woo woo woo..."

Jimo Li patted his head lightly, picked him up, sat on the edge of the pavilion, looked at the direction Yue'er left, and didn't move any more.

Yue'er walked aimlessly, she knew that there were several waves of power following her.

Yufeng's, Hualiang's, Qianhuihe Mutong, Nine Swords, Ningkong, and many more, and there are even the men of Master Tayu who I have seen in Dayu.

It's funny, what are these people afraid of?
Yue'er sighed deeply, she was just a little melancholy.

It turned out that when I was a demon saint, I was plotted against by Ji Qiong like that. Fortunately, she had already been killed by Jimo Li, otherwise the little tiger would definitely make her life worse than death.

Yue'er randomly picked a big tree and sat down.

She didn't know why she stopped here, anyway, she just wanted to be quiet.

Yue'er grabbed a handful of golden sunflower seeds, smiled, and threw them into the lake one by one.

Many people stopped, it seemed that this was a famous place in the holy world, Yue'er didn't care, but those who stopped to look at her for less than a minute were forced away by the eyes of several people in the distance .

Oh, what saintess from a big family came out to play, throwing gold casually, followed by a string of high-ranking masters in the holy world as bodyguards.

So corrupt, so annoying, well, they are really envious.

Yue'er quickly finished throwing away the golden sunflower seeds in her hand, and touched the Qiankun bag, it was gone.

Seeing a man in black clothes jumping into the lake with a "crash" from a distance, Yue'er didn't pay attention to who it was, and started playing with the gold leaf, the leaf was obviously not interesting, Yue'er was even more bored.

"Miss Yue'er..." A voice came from the side.

Yue'er turned her head, but found a black figure standing in the air beside her at some point, her whole body was wet, as if she had just been fished out of the lake.

Yue'er: "...Yuyu, what's wrong?"

Yu Yu cautiously summoned a clean handkerchief from Nei Ding, and put the things covered by her hands on it, Yue'er was a little stunned.

On the brocade handkerchief was a pile of golden sunflower seeds that she had thrown aside one by one just now.

Yu Yu smiled. This man, who was more refined than Yuehua, was a little nervous: "I see that you don't have any in your bag. I... No, there are very few golds of this shape. I picked them up for you."

Yue'er stretched out her hand and silently took the brocade bag, looking at the dried sunflower seeds on it, she felt a little warm in her heart.

Looking at the wet Yuyu again, he actually jumped down from the lake to pick them up one by one. Even though someone with cultivation could easily do this, just because he is the younger brother of Yufeng, one of the two great alliances in the holy world, The young master, jumping into the lake to pick up the sunflower seeds she threw out for her is enough to let people know how precious this kindness is.

Yue'er sighed very maturely, and said with a very serious cute face, "Are you asking me to forgive Yu Feng?"

Yu Yu paused, and quickly said: "Miss Yue'er, I'm sorry, I know the mistakes Yu Feng made, I don't ask you to forgive me, I just ask you to let Yu Feng live..."

Your lord's meaning has long been obvious, if Yue'er wants Yu Feng to stay, Yu Feng will stay, if not, your lord will definitely slaughter Yu Feng's family.

Yue'er chuckled, and began to throw out the golden sunflower seeds one by one: "Do you think it's so easy for me to forgive Yu Feng? Unless, you pick up everything I threw today."

Yu Yu was overjoyed: "Miss Yue'er, really?"

Smiling and nodding, Yue'er watched as Yu Yu threw himself into the lake...

After wandering around aimlessly for a long time, Yue'er became more and more clear and relaxed.

On the evening of the third day, Yue'er appeared in Zhexi Mountain, and when she slowly approached the pavilion by the lake, she met a pair of jet-black eyes at a glance, and she could feel the surprise and happiness inside, which she could feel from a long distance away .

She approached Jimoli slowly, just like she walked towards him in the heavy snow when she was riding the clouds.

He was waiting for her, she knew it.

Huhu happily called "Mother!" but was pulled down by Nine Swords.

"Huhu, now is the critical moment, go down and play with Aunt Jiujian."

"But..." The second half of the sentence has disappeared into the distance.

The little tiger was a little nervous when he saw him, so he tripped over him resolutely, fell to the ground, was lifted up by a pair of slender hands, and then was hugged into a warm embrace.

"You're back." The voice of the clear spring flowing through the jade was exactly the same as when she first met him tens of thousands of years ago in the Luoshui Mountains.But, you came, became, you came back.

She smiled happily in his arms, and said angrily, "Hmph, I've been away for three days, and you didn't even come to find me."

Jimo Li was startled, and pinched her little ears: "I'm afraid that if I go out to find you and come back, you will only hate me more."

"Who hates you!" The little tiger bared his teeth and claws.

Jimo Li shook his head: "Yue'er, do you hate me? Or blame me?" From the very beginning, he was afraid that she would know those memories, that she would blame him, and that it would be him who killed her after all.

(End of this chapter)